October 8, 1917
Bitterly cold. Very few patients coming in so my job is practically nil, the result being I spend all my time in the cookhouse, the warmest and most comfortable place in the camp. I am also good friends with the cook, a very valuable asset. Walked into Poperinghe before going to bed yesterday. Before leaving for the place an Adjutant Major Close called me up to say a few words. He said I want to thank you for the good work you did during the stunt, it relieved us of a good deal of work and worry, etc. etc. very gratifying as I had worked hard, but did not think so much as to be noticeable. Before going in they had the wind up about the gas, and told off a Major to look after it specially, but by my work I apparently saved that, and also the handling of the patients on the day of the rush, a job I always take to.